Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1999 23:56:58 -0800
From: chucketal@email.com
Subject: Fishing Trip with Ralph and Joe
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1957
AGE SIXTEEN - FISHING TRIP WITH RALPH AND JOE
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Back in February 1957, my stepfather, Ralph, got a warm invitation from his
real estate client, Joe Burns. I was barely sixteen, not yet considered a
man by some.
Ralph called me to his office that afternoon and asked me about school and
how things were going. I reported that things were okay, but he was more
interested in the amount of work load I had ahead of me. I told him that I
did not think I was in any serious danger of overloading.
It was then that he told me he was invited to go on a boat trip with Joe.
He said there was no way my mother could get away. They thought I might
like to go along in her place.
The thought of getting away from winter for even a few days sounded great
to me. The only catch was to convince my teachers that I could miss a few
days with no problem keeping up with assignments. Ralph recommended that I
bring extra school work along with me.
It was settled. I arranged with my eleventh grade teachers to give me time
off with the promise that I would make up class time and studies. There
was only one class that I took extra home work from.
The thrill of getting away from winter was on my mind for days. I dreamed
of a warm boat deck and some cool drinks. Every time I had a discussion
with Ralph I pumped him with more questions about the trip until I ran out
of questions I could to ask.
I had gone to school that Wednesday morning, but did not amount to much
there. Ralph made arrangements for us to meet Joe at his office in a small
city some twenty miles south of us that afternoon. Joe was finishing up
with a client as we arrived, so we walked across the street to a cafe for a
soda.
We were about finished when Joe found us. Joe was his usual pleasant,
friendly self. His reddish blond hair was shining in the day light. We
had known Joe for years. He and I had become good friends although we were
much different ages. At my sixteen years Joe was about thirtyish, but did
not look much older that about twenty. The light complexion was most
likely what made him look so young.
Joe had a quick coffee and we all went back to the office where he gave us
more details about our trip. He suggested that he put his things in our
station wagon and then we all drove over the airport together.
Because of his business, Joe felt it necessary to own his own air plane.
It was a small (it seemed large to me) two engine, eight or ten passenger
craft. We loaded our luggage in the compartments and some food stuffs the
seating area. Ralph backed the wagon into the storage garage where the
plane had been parked.
Two other guys arrived just as were finishing loading our belonging into
the plane. It was only a few more minutes before we were all seated and
buckled up for take off. The flight was to last a total of about seven
hours with a stop for fuel.
Joe did most of his own piloting and let Walter, one of the other guys,
take over some of the time. Walter was about twenty-five and a very dark
complected, rough looking guy with a rather deep gruff voice. He seemed to
be someone I would not want to cross. I had been with him and Joe a few
times before, so I knew he was not as rough as he appeared to me.
The other guy, Harvey, was a bit older with some gray streaks in his hair.
I had to guess that he must have been about forty-five or so. He was most
interested in visiting with Ralph all of the time. They sat a distance
from me and talked about just about everything, not that I was paying much
attention to them. With all of the excitement of the trip combined with my
lack of sleep and the whir of the engine, it did not take long for me to go
off to sleep.
It was about two hours later that the plane banked steep to one side and I
was woken up. We were making a turn to follow some high mountain peaks
before we climbed high above them. Joe was showing the scenery to his
passengers as he piloted the aircraft.
In my blurry eyed condition, I managed to get out of my seat once the plane
was back on a level course. The sitting had given my kidneys a reason to
pain some from the need to let out some pressure. I staggered my way to
the back of the plane to a small door that opened into a small compartment
where there was a small round seat with a hole in it. In other words I
found the toilet. Holding on with one hand I got my pants opened enough to
pull my penis from its hot resting place just in time to let go of the
bladder fluid.
It was such a relief that I had forgotten to lock the door. In midstream
the door open to find me standing holding onto the hand railing and my
penis. A voice from behind said, "Excuse me for busting in like this. It
looks like you have things well in hand."
With that the door closed behind me. I was so numb from the sleep that I
had not time to respond in anyway, before Harvey was gone. Otherwise, I
could have been a bit embarrass in that position with some guy I had not
met before. I figured, "What the heck. If he did not mind, then I guess I
might as well not either."
Harvey did not make anything of it so I left it along. I had not thought
about him seeing me go into the toilet and did not expect he would have
with his steady conversation with Ralph and occasionally Walter.
By the time I arrived back to my seat, I was coming around enough to
realize that it was almost time to get into some food. We had brought some
cold sandwiches and soda to keep us from starving on the trip, so Mom had
said. I sat there paying little attention until Harvey went by me on his
way to the toilet. He just smiled and winked at me as he passed.
Ralph gathered up some food not long afterward for the whole of us. Walter
made a trip to the pilot's compartment with food for Joe and keep him
company there for sometime. That left me with Ralph and Harvey.
Harvey explained to me that we were going to be on his boat. That perked
my interest and I began to ask questions about the vessel we were to be
living on for days. He explained that it was docked among other boat in
inland enough to protect it. We would stand on it at dock every night and
do some open water cruising in the day time.
The boat, as he referred to it, had its own kitchen with staff, a state
room and several cabins for his guests. To me it seemed like a big boat.
I would have to wait and see for myself.
With all my questions asked the conversation became boring so I retired
back to my seat to watch out the window and eventually go back to sleep.
For the benefit of the reader, I will skip the rest of the flight and pick
up where we arrived at this small boat with a state room and kitchen.
There were many boats, small and large to see as we got to the docks.
Soon Harvey had us drinking cold drinks (soft for me) and viewing all the
other boats around him. The staff were very nice to us. They were always
around to add more to our drinks and see that we were comfortable. Not
long we were greeted with food for a king's party. There was all kinds of
meat, fruits, and vegetables.
One of the staff members was a young guy about twenty or so. It was like
he was assigned to me or something. Eugene was his name, looked after me
and made sure that I was not thirsty or hungry.
After dinner Eugene escorted me to the cabin that was to be mine for the
vacation. Once we were inside the room he was to help me change into my
swim suit to use the area pool. It was bit embarrassing to have someone
around with me undressing, so I waited until he had all my things put away
and finished telling me where things were or how they operated.
He was not about to leave me along so I was going to have to go the
bathroom to change. Before I got to leave the room, Eugene asked if I
would mind if he also changed in my room with me. He said that he was
going to go up to the pool and wanted a place that he could leave his
clothes.
There was not much I could say about it and besides that I was suddenly
looking forward to seeing my new friend with less clothing on. Eugene
stated to undress as soon as I said I did not mind. Off came his shoes and
socks first. Then he removed his shirt to reveal a tanned upper body with
just a touch of light hair on his chest. The warm sunny winter days had
given him a light bronze skin with not a blemish to be seen.
While I was undressing slowly, he slipped out of his pants and stood there
in plain view in a pair of startling white undies packed tight. I sat on
the bed and slid my pants down over my feet and looking out of the corner
of my eyes to see this young guy bare himself before me.
Then I realized that I had not seen a pair of swim shorts and wondered for
a moment, in between viewing him, where he would come up with them. He
turned and bent over in front of me to dig into his pants pocket to pull
out a small piece of cloth. As he was still bending over he removed his
white undies.
There it was. A view of his buns. I was stunned to see that they were as
bronzed as the rest of his body. I expected to see the whiteness that we
all get from keeping our private parts of our bodies covered.
When he bent further to put out what was a scant swim piece his butt hole
was visible to me. I thought how wonderful that free showing was. And
before I got all hard about it and before he looked back around I made it
to the bathroom and quickly changed from the undies to my swim suit.
Eugene was gone when I got back out of the bathroom. I was somewhat
disappointed but knew that I was not willing to embarrass myself with a
hard on in front of that new friend. He would surely think of me as some
weird kid. It would be soon enough to see more of him if I played my
timing right.
Slowly, I made my way from the cabin back up on deck to join the others.
Some of them were changed into swim suits too. Eugene was fast to let me
know that I could go up to the pool with him and with no objection for
Ralph, I accepted his offer to escort me there.
Ralph was not interested in going to the pool or swimming so he stayed
behind with Harvey, Walter and some other guests. Along with us was Joe
and two other guests that I had not met before or now remember well enough
to have recall their names.
Eugene was a good swimmer compared to the usual tourist like me or Joe. He
was in good form as well. The piece of cloth that he kept in his pants
pocket was just that. It was what guys refer to as a bikini swim suit. He
packed the blue cloth full of his equipment and not a hair was showing
around the sides as would be expected it I was to wear something that much
exposure.
I found myself admiring his form and body and hoped to see the whole of him
later if we got to change together. I was willing to chance getting a hard
on just to see this bronze guys all over. I thought for sure that his
everything would not be as bronze as the rest of him. Time was to tell
all.
Before everyone decided to go back I hurried myself ahead of the group to
make sure that I got to my cabin and changed before my showman arrived.
The plan was to be only partly dressed so I would have an excuse to be in
the room with Eugene.
Sure enough the plan worked. I got back in time to get my damp swim suit
off as had my undies back on when Eugene knocked at the door. I let him in
while still in my undies and no more. I was willing to let him see some
more of me as well as I would see him, I hoped.
Before Eugene did anything to undress he said, "Harvey invited me to stay
over with you guys, but told me that all the cabins were full. He said I
could stay only if you would allow me to bunk in with you. How about it?"
I was breathless for the moment and could only manage to utter, "Ya. I
guess so."
"You sure you don't mind me bunking with you for the night? It would save
a trip back in the morning to help with breakfast. You are good about this
short notice and all" said Eugene.
My head was spinning as I told him that I would not mind his company. With
my head still spinning Gene, as he wanted me to call him, removed the
scanty bikini bathing suit. Amazed I was again to see that he or his
equipment was just as bronzed as the rest of his body. I could not
understand how he could get to be so tanned all over like that, but then he
must have had a place to strip down and get the rays on him.
Gene had a semi hard on at, I would get to be, about five inches of tanned
skinless muscle. And once again there did not seem to be a blemish
anywhere to be seem, not a single mark to be seen. He seem to make sure
that I had time to get my eyes full of him before he got into his undies
and got the rest of his clothes on.
As Gene was getting dressed, I finished putting my clothing on. He said
that we might be more relaxed if we left our shirts off for the while. I
agreed with his insight and left my shirt behind as we climbed the stairs
to the main deck.
For me it seemed early enough in the evening to visit more. The time
change was an hour later than with I was use to back home. It was getting
cool for the climate and Gene wanted to go inside the closed deck to get
away from the tropical winter breeze.
The lights shined brightly and the music was low so we could easily talk
over it. Gene and I had another drink and sat down on a lounge chair next
to each other. He chatted away and I listened mostly.
The group soon thinned out and Gene noticed that it was getting late for
him as he had to get up early to help prepare the breakfast meal for all of
us. Ralph came by and replaced Gene as he left for the cabin.
Harvey filled his glass and joined us. The conversation came around to me
and what I thought of his little boat. I was quick to compliment him on
his big boat. Ralph sat and laughed at my remarks and how Harvey played
down his boat. Harvey asked if I would mind if Eugene shared the cabin
with me to allow him to be on hand for early breakfast. I told him it
would be neat to have company at night and left it at that.
He remarked, "Now don't let the boy keep you wake all night. I know how
boys can carry on at night."
I just smiled at him as he winked at me. Ralph had a silly grin on his
face as he said, "I think we might hit the hay. It was a long day so far.
If you don't mind, Harvey I think we will turn in."
Harvey concluded that he was tired also and would be right along as soon as
he see to putting a few things away and turning down the lights. He patted
Ralph on the back and said, "See you in the cabin." That was the first
that I knew that Ralph was sharing a cabin with anyone. He put his hand on
my bare shoulder and said his good night to me.
The room was still lighted when I got down to the cabin. Gene had turned
in and left the lights on. He was just laying under the thin sheet.
Quietly, I removed my clothes down to my undies and slid into the bed. I
was about to pull the sheet over me, when Gene peeked at me with one eye
open and said, "You mind if I sleep in the raw?"
I said, "I don't mind. I let slip, "I do all the time at home."
"So why you changing tonight?" asked Gene. "You embarrassed or something?
Maybe you think I would rape you?" he grinned wide eyed at me.
"Why would I think that?" I said nervously.
"Well most guys who sleep raw like that end up playing with themselves at
night. You know what I mean?" said Gene.
"Ya. I know what you mean," I replied.
"Well it is up to you, kid," and he rolled over and threw the sheet off.
It was not much for me to slip out of my undies and get into bed after I
had turned off the light. That left the stream of light in the window from
a security light on the dock. Once my eyes had adjusted a few minutes
later I could see the form next to me. It was nearly shaking with
excitement and dared not make a move.
Once I was in bed and starting to drift off, my bed mate rolled over in my
direction and slipped his arm around me. His move was not a surprise
although not expected right then and there. I was laying on my back and
was not in any position to hide myself well.
The feel of his hand and arm across my middle was enough to get my young
body excited. Before long my penis was claiming extra blood. It was not
enough to get a full erection, but enough to start the process going.
It did not help then when Gene moved his hand down my stomach to my pubic
hair. I could feel his fingers move around in the hair. That was all I
needed to be erect. In less than a minute my penis was up full and laying
on his hand. He slid his hand out from under my hot shaft and placed it on
top of it. At that point I was a no return.
Gene gently squeezed my hard on, not that I needed the help to get harder.
In the meanwhile he was pressing his own hard on up against my upper leg.
I just knew that I was leaking beyond control and Gene touched the tip of
my penis head to be sure that I was ready for his next move.
And move he did. He slid down the length of the bed until his face was
even with my crotch. Still holding onto my hot muscle he did not hesitate
to put his mouth over it and suck it inside. The heat and wetness was more
that I needed. The control at sixteen was not something that I had
accomplished well. In a few good hard sucks I was trying hard to hold
back.
Gene took a suck break to tell me that he wanted all that he could get out
of me and to not try to hold back, because he planned to do me a couple
more times before he had to cook breakfast in the morning.
With that encouragement, I was ready, willing and very able to let go of
that which I has saved up for the day. Being a young lad back then I made
it a practice not to go more than a day or two before getting thrills for
myself.
Then it struck me, the tenseness all over my body, the uncontrolled
convulsions and it was all over but the shots of cum erupting from the head
of my penis.
Gene was not missing a molecule of my seed. He sucked deeper and harder
and let his tongue press on the underside of my shaft until that was
nothing more to cum from me. And to be sure he slowing sucked to the tip
of the head, his tongue action all the way up.
I laid there exhausted from his influence on my body or at least a body
part. While I laid there Gene got up and put on the light to see his
victim. He straddled me with his iron rod. The drops of precum were seen
clearly in the light.
He bent down and planted a kiss on my lips ever gently and straighten up
grabbing his own man meat and pumped it to eruption. The hot fluid felt
good as it plopped on various parts of my body from my crotch to my upper
chest. There must have been at least six good blasts of cum before it
dribbled out of the pee slit.
A large gob was seen just sitting on the end. With his other hand, Gene
scooped up the gob and put it to his mouth. I wondered how he could do
that to himself like that. I had tried it but always lot any desire I
might have had once I shot off.
Not only did he clean the cum from his meat and eat it, he bend down and
licked me clean as well. It felt sensational as his tongue made its way
from my neck to my crotch.
When Gene got back to my crotch with his mouth, you can be sure that my man
meat was responding. He took it into his mouth as he finished taking up
all of his on juices that has spilled upon me.
It took much longer this time for him to get me off. Perhaps two or three
minutes at the most. I was shaking all over as he drew up another load
from my testes. He was very professional from what I knew back then. His
tongue action got me up another two times before I finally woke late and on
my own the next morning.
Gene was nowhere to be seen when I got my eyes to open to the daylight. I
have to say that my testes were aching some when I got to the bathroom to
drain my bladder.
That was just the first night of a heated winter vacation.